This is my mamacita. She introduced me to Betsey Johnson clothing when I was four, and basically created a monster as a result...a brightly colored, glittery monster .
This was at my bro's 5th b-day party in PR. I'm the one with the baby fro:
This is at some family gathering, also in PR. Why anyone would ever wear a long-sleeved sweater and long pants there is beyond me...
My mom gave me a bowl cut BC she didn't know what to do with hair. To this day she still has a wash and wear style. I had to fend for myself in the Bonne Bell Forest...
My mom gave me a bowl cut BC she didn't know what to do with hair. To this day she still has a wash and wear style. I had to fend for myself in the Bonne Bell Forest...
Me too! My Mom was all about taking me to protest rallies and how many "No Nukes" buttons she could fit on my Dad's old Army jacket. She did wear Fryes, but that's the only thing our styles have ever had in common. All the women in my life ask me what they should be wearing. We won't even go into what my Mom let me do to my hair since it still haunts me.
Post by narockshard on Jun 12, 2012 21:30:17 GMT -5
I don't have a pic, but I have my mom to thank for my love of shopping. She took me and my two best friends shopping almost every Saturday since I can remember. I met my friends when I was 6, so if that says something about how long I've been into shopping...